It ain't worth it staying pissed. And anyway, not your fault this happened, the hell good is it gonna do me to be mad at you?

[Measure, pour, mix, mix, mix. Different flavor for this cake layer, too.]

Look, you're not gonna fix it. I don't need you to fix it, I just need you to— [Ugh, don't say 'need'. He purses his lips together for a moment, then sighs.] ...Not run away from me.